Hillary by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Hillary by loyalsock

... dripping down the window. It had rained since that day on the roof, casting a pall over everything at the California campus. Rob chuckled to himself. Not even a chance to sunbathe on the roof again. "Hey, Rob! You reading that book or hoping to absorb the plot through your skin?" Rob looked in the direction of the cheerful voice to see a classmate of his walking towards him. He recognized the blond, although he didn't know her name, as a vivacious girl from his English class. He greeted her and motioned for her to sit. She perched on the edge of the chair opposite him and said cheerily. "I'm Lindsay." He nodded. She didn't say anything more, so he resorted to small talk. "Bitch of a book to read, hm?" He gestured at the novel in his lap. Lindsay shrugged. "I read it last year for another class, so no big deal." She glanced at him. "Do you know a Hillary Riley?" she asked out of the blue. Rob thought a bit. "Can't say I do. Why?" "She's my roomate. She was asking about you." Rob's eyes narrowed. Could it be... "What's she like?" Lindsay described her roomate. There was *nothing* she liked better than a little matchmaking, especially where her overly shy roomate was concerned. As Rob listened, he felt his body react as he realized Hillary was the girl he had been looking for her. He had been waking in the morning to dreams of her... he had seen her in his fantasies... and now he could have the chance to find the girl. He grinned. "Why don't you give me her number, or tell me ...

... where to find her? You say she's shy? Maybe I can do something about that..." Lindsay took a piece of paper from the notebook she had tucked under her arm. "Her schedule's on there too." She grinned in return. "Good luck. You'll likely need it." Hillary groaned in frustration. Her math class had to be the most *utterly* boring class to take. Each day she sat through the class, staring at walls, daydreaming, just letting her mind wander. She glanced at her watch. Just about time for the professor to start winding up. Then finally he was done. With a sigh of relief, Hillary packed up her notebook and book, tucked them under her arm, and hurriedly left the room. As she hurried through the door and around the corner, she muttered "Excuse me," to the large body that suddenly blocked her way. When it didn't move, she glanced up angrily. "*Excuse* me..." her voice trailed off as she recognized who stood in front of her. Rob grinned down at her. "Fancy meeting you here." Hillary felt her face grow hot and knew she was blushing to the tips of her toes. She stepped sideways and moved forward more quickly than he could block her way again. As she hurried away, Rob watched her retreating back, an amused smile on his face. Hillary was curled up in her room studying, despite the sun having once again returned. She preferred to study on the roof, but after the last time... her face grew red and her body betrayingly warm with the memory. She shook her head and tried to concentrate on work. A ...